~ Healing words ~
Healing Words
She who knows is here, and I am home
Gently, sweetly she comes to me
A soft kiss here, a quiet whisper there
And in return I give nothing.
In the distance I hear her music
Harp strings, beckoning, beckoning
But still I walk away.
And with back turned and head bowed
I walk and walk and walk
All the while being led
To a gathering of angels
To the watering hole of my soul
Where like joy
We dance the dance of life
And drink the sweetest wine
Drunken lovers are we
Weaving golden threads of light
Across our hearts
Mending, mending...
Till she who knows appears
And I am home.
-Heather Fraser